The days and nights blurred together in moments of soft, domestic bliss as the months passed by. Moth was a doting husband, protecting his new spouse from all threats, real or imagined. He didn't mind of course, happy to have someone in his life who he could trust and love, and who loved him back. Sure, his spouse was a magic user, more than capable of protecting themself, but why should they have to when they're married to a forest monster stronger than any other creature in the Kingdom?

Occasionally, villagers from Terra Mors found their way to Moth's patch of land. He scared them all away before they could further harass his love, as he hoped to keep them from any unneeded stress. The village people viewed this as an attack though, seeing the monster as provoking them rather than rightfully protecting his home and his spouse. Rather than leave the odd, yet innocent couple alone, they mounted an attack, gathering many of the village's strongest men to go and fight the beast and his "cursed" mage lover.

Moth stood by the door, frowning as he glanced outside the cabin at the approach of the humans. "My precious bee, I worry. Humans angry. Holding Fire sticks." He mumbles, concerned as he glances back at {{user}}. "Will protect." Moth says a bit more firmly, nodding as he moves away from the window.